Chapter 410 I Think I Still Love Him
Sylvia's surprise was evident in her words.
Gently swirling the clear liquid in her glass, Yvette let the crisp sound and aroma of the wine spread instantly. Taking a small sip, her eyes were already slightly hazy from the alcohol.
"Yes," Yvette replied, lowering her gaze. She also felt that everything seemed predestined, that irresistible sense of fate made her find it hard to believe.
Yvette's slender fingertips traced the rim of the glass, gathering condensation into droplets that quickly fell into her warm, cool-feeling palm.
Yvette gave a bitter smile. "I also find it hard to believe all of this. I only regained my memory after returning to the Valdemar Family."
"How did you live after losing your memory?" Sylvia looked at Yvette with pity, taking several sips of her drink to suppress her sadness. "That's so pitiful."
"David saved me." Yvette's voice was hoarse. "He arranged a fake identity for me, making me Jessica Valdemar, his wife."
Sylvia gasped. "You said you only regained your memory after coming back, it was as David's wife Jessica? Albert didn't notice?"
"He probably did." Yvette said softly, "But at that time, I didn't remember anything from before, so I thought Albert was lying to me. Who knew it was David who had been lying to me all along."
Yvette finished the wine in her glass, the wine swirling in her mouth, releasing a charming aroma.
The alcohol brought a blush to her cheeks, but her lips turned slightly pale as she spoke.
Sylvia, feeling dizzy from the complex relationships, became even more confused.
"My God, how could David do such a thing? Isn't this like a drama where two brothers fight over a woman? Fuck!" Sylvia cursed, angrily mixing another drink for herself and Yvette, ready to vent her anger through drinking.
A gentle breeze blew, causing the candlelight to flicker, casting dappled shadows on the two of them as they sat on the sofa. The entire living room seemed soaked in alcohol, becoming blurry and distant.
Yvette was already half-drunk, and Sylvia seemed to be voicing the thoughts buried deep in Yvette's heart.
Yvette's eyes glistened with a moist light in the flickering candlelight, her eyelids growing heavy, her mind becoming sluggish, but she enjoyed this feeling immensely.
Suddenly, Sylvia's hesitant voice came to her ears. "Well... Yvette, can I ask you a personal question?"
Yvette's expression was hazy.
Sylvia asked, "Did you and David have sex? Was there any comparison?"
Yvette felt a bit helpless.
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain that she hadn't had a relationship with David. But the alcohol slowed her reactions.
She was dazed for a few seconds, and Sylvia realized her question was too blunt.
Sylvia waved her hand. "Oh, forget I asked, forget I asked!"
Yvette blinked, and even in the dim candlelight and cool moonlight, Sylvia could still see the blush on Yvette's face.
Sylvia pointed at Yvette's face and laughed. "Yvette, how much have you had to drink? Why is your face so red?"
Mocked mercilessly by Sylvia, Yvette momentarily forgot her previous question.
She leaned closer to Sylvia's face, her speech already a bit slurred, but she insisted on retorting, "You say that, but your face is the same!"
"Really?" Sylvia touched her face with the back of her hand, giggling. "I guess it is!"
The candlelight stretched their drunken states and laughter, reflecting on the soft sofa.
Yvette caught a glimpse of their reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, a vivid picture. Their drunken, silly states made Yvette feel extremely relaxed.
How long had it been since she felt this relaxed?
She couldn't even remember.
Sylvia asked, "And now? Who are you now, Yvette?"
Sylvia's voice was tinged with drunkenness, but Yvette heard the concern in it.
Yvette's nose tingled. "I am Yvette. I just want to be Yvette."
But now she was not just Yvette, she was also the mother of BoBo and CiCi. She could no longer choose to run away without any worries like before.
Thinking of her two children's adorable faces, a warmth surged in Yvette's heart.
She picked up her glass and took a sip. "Sylvia, when there's a chance, I'll take you to meet my two kids. They are adorable, well-behaved, and they love me very much. I love them very much too."
Sylvia gazed at Yvette, suddenly asking, "You are Yvette, Albert's wife."
Hearing the name "Albert" from Sylvia's mouth, Yvette's eyes flickered. She paused for two seconds before responding, "Yes."
Sylvia asked, "Do you still love him?"
Yvette's body stiffened, and despite her sluggish and chaotic thoughts, countless images flashed quickly.
Those memories, made bitter and blurry by the alcohol, had the strongest impact.
The emotional bond between her and Albert had stretched too long.
Yvette thought their entanglement was just the two years of marriage and the two years of being weekend lovers before that.
But the alcohol made it clear to her that her emotional entanglement with Albert started back in the countryside.
Every day since then, Yvette's heart had been hiding her feelings for Albert, growing deeper day by day.
Yvette smacked her lips, the words coming out without much thought, "I think... maybe I still love him?"
Although Yvette's words were uncertain, Sylvia heard the deep emotion in them.
Sylvia asked, "Since he found you and you regained your memory, why not reconcile?"
"Aren't we living together now?" Yvette felt a bit guilty saying this.
"That's not reconciliation." Sylvia pouted, moving to lie beside Yvette, resting her head gently on Yvette's shoulder, just like they used to. "I mean reconciliation, where you fall in love again, wanting to integrate each other into your lives, never wanting to be apart."
Yvette suddenly felt her eyes dry, blinking hard.
"I think I still love him, but I have a knot in my heart." Yvette's voice was slightly hoarse, with a barely audible sob. "I can't let it go."
Sylvia asked, "Let go of what?"
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